Does it please the viscera To see his vacant stare? Would he give his all then To see one's breath go again? I know to resist To not lust Like we resist those Against us But does he know that his body Comes between us? That i worship That is beloved Vulnerably, i will go down there Vulnerably, i will throw my body down Vulnerably, i will go under his strong hands Vulnerably, i will glow a last glow What do we owe a man? Who could oppress the colonial man? From whom is honour rejected? For whom is tribute collected? I know to be ruthless To not come between us I know to have hard flesh To rise against rust But does he know that his body Comes between us? That i worship That is beloved Vulnerably, i will go down there Vulnerably, i will throw my body down Vulnerably, i will go under his strong hands Vulnerably, i will glow a last glow